Hello Galway, I’m listening …
Well, I am back. Slightly sore from my first 10 k walk of the academic year but made it in brisk time and feeling electrifyingly alive as I sit here tapping on the typing keys. Yes, I realise if you are a runner you will laugh your butt off at this ‘fast time’ of mine.
But yet smugly I sit here.
While out walking I was forced to listen to snippets of conversations, as I walked behind or infront, of those I encountered along the way. Should you be a writer of fiction, I would take the following little snippets and use them as a prompt to write the next BIG BESTSELLING novel you have been waiting to write. (They all have legs).
Drunk bum drinking buckky along the canalside walk-of-shame murmuring and muttering something about the next big game. You motioned to me toothlessly, and I smiled back with half a grin, knowing sooner or later, you’d be paying for your lifelong drinking sin.
The Daddys pushing puschairs with toddlers running behind you in tow, you’re walking along the waters edge – keep an eye on the kids you know! Yes the waters nice and calm today, but Galway weather changes without notice you see – so keep a hand on those little ones – or you’ll be hearing from me!
The beautiful Russian redhead – mid forties it would seem, stroking her belly blossomed, as if to sooth it – we might deem. But talking on the phone, in English – so strained and sad – it seemed like she was fighting with the unborns (possible) Dad. She mentioned wanting to kill him, it seemed a threat we wives know all to well. I’m sure it was the hormones as her baby belly swells.
The yummy mummys at the cafe .. o’er looking their Range Rovers parked out front. I envy the luxury of time you have, and hope someday to pull that stunt. It’s funny though, I noticed, with all the luxuries of cars and prams abound, not one of you was smiling …. you seemed sad with lipstick frowns.
And finally on my way back, sweat dripping on my brow, I paused to say hello my friend, to ‘Laurence-the ladykiller’ as he sat on his boats bow. ’Stay and have the tea with me’ … says he luring me in like he’s known to do…
‘No Laurence I must run, late for class and my first day too’.
This ends my observations for today … but scroll down for a few photos please.
After my walk … I went to fill up my water bottle and was so (not shocked at all) dismayed to see the same tired old food in the canteen.
I am back in college – looks like it will be a 30 hour week of class and tutorials.
I am trying to stay cool, calm and collected and not freak out over the work load that is ahead of me and hope that I can get my head in the game and start back to studying with a bang. The Chef bought me some very comfortable ‘gear’ and I am glad to see he still has a sense of humour over loosing ‘me’ for the academic year.
Meanwhile, back at Chez Wise … the kids are back to school also and so absorbed in their own world of drama (apparently there is very little ‘golden time’ in school this year – now that they are all older and have to actually ‘work’ in class!) that they have not really noticed I am not there. This is all thanks to the support of my husband and mother, of course.
Ok – back to work I must go. If you are out buying the newspaper this Sunday (September 9th), then buy The Sunday Times please. We have a recipe for Blackberry Buttermilk Buns in our weekly column that will knock-your-socks-off.
Hope y’all are doing well and still trucking along xx
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